Time passed slowly as the children recited their catechism to you and you would gently correct them. The day was so slow, as humidity made the room close. The merest touch of your clothes was uncomfortable and you were glad to be free of your lessons. I was the priest and I allowed you to close the school hall, you gathered the books and slates stacking them...
As you walk into the room, I sneak up behind you, and put my hands gently over your mouth. As you start to panic, I whisper into your ear. “Don’t be afraid. Just do exactly as I say, exactly how I say. Do you understand?” I can feel the smile begin under my hand as you nod your agreement. You know that the evening should be quite enjoyable. I pull my hand...
Those days after Christmas are always weird, I think. For weeks, or make that months really, there is this intense build up and everything has to be a certain way, we are supposed to feel all merry and bright, there is pressure from family, parties, shopping, decorating, baking, all leading up to this one day of days...... and then, like having a sugar crash...
Author's note - these are letters I have sent to my wife to get her mind wandering. I don't think they met the 750 word minimum so i combined the first two. Let me know what you think! ______________________________________________ 1. Your lips are tingling at the thoughts of what you are about to do to me. You lean across the bed, embrace and kiss my lip...
When the time is right, we know; it is something that the both of us can feel. It can, if at all, be defined only as a restless energy lingering between us; a heightening emotion of passion and desire that flushes our faces and makes our bodies tingle. There is no other way to alleviate this tension, this pressure; there is no other way than the conjoining o...
“I’m telling you, he’s messing around. Why else would he see me, turn around and almost run in the opposite direction. And there’s the girl who’s supposed to be his secretary. Hmmph, secretary my ass!” “No, I don’t believe you, Trevor would never be unfaithful,” Liz cried. Her mascara now formed rivulets down her cheaks. “Trevor loves me. I know him… he wou...
The bride and bridesmaids walked towards me, every one of the six young ladies were quite lovely to look at. One however was simply stunning. Tall and slim with red hair that shone as if it was on fire in the weak sunlight of the spring morning. Her dark red dress clung to every contour of her figure as if it was part of her. I held the door of the vintage...
My heart was racing as we pulled up at the entrance to the path leading down to the beach. I hadn't really expected to be so affected. Across the road was the holiday house my family had rented last summer. Almost a year ago today I had walked down that path early in the morning, single and a virgin. In a way that would have been incomprehensible to the gi...
Judith had asked me to her place for dinner one evening. She enjoyed cooking and was very good at it. She prepared a chicken dish, asparagus, baked potatoes and a salad. Jazz diva Frankye Kelly played softly on the stereo. The conversation varied from news of the day, including sports (Judith was a men's tennis fan), to movies we had seen or wanted to see. J...
"What the hell is that? Rap? Hip hop?" "Random hip hop song... I... guess?" I offered. "Ugh. Don't you have any Alestorm on your playlist? I definitely feel like listening to 'Rum' or 'Drink!' instead of this crap. This guy... I'm not feeling him." "Are you into pirate metal now?" "You got me hooked on it," she admitted, "so, do you have it?" "Lemme che...